"Death's Night"

Clos stared at the rice ball the man held out to her, then looked at his dirty fingers. She took a deep breath, "To conserve water, your hands have suffered a lot~"

"..."

Motojiro Miyamoto withdrew the rice ball, looking at his own hands, "Are you saying I'm dirty?"

"emm~"

Clos nodded, "Yes."

"Then I have to make you eat it today."

Motojiro Miyamoto showed a sleazy smile, raising his left hand ready to pinch the woman's mouth.

At this moment, he stopped his movement, opened his light screen to look at a private message, then took a few steps back and turned his back to the woman.

[Cut off one of that woman's fingers and send it over. You must watch her closely, absolutely can't let her escape. Also, don't let her commit suicide.]

[Yes!]